James Poy Wong 黃培正

"[W]e are the victims of this transitional era. Let us bear the responsibility of this personal demise."

"Sacrificial Victims" - 1945

牺牲者

时间: 抗战第四年
地点: 中国内地-- 台山与新会间
人物: 黄海, 鲁杰, 梁玉贞

枪声三四， 声由小渐大

甲： 汉奸。 你早应知有今日的收场！

枪声壹响 。 。 。 。 。 掌声。

乙： 各位中国侨胞，刚才你们看见的是一幕 「打杀汉奸」的白话剧。 你们现在身住在美国内， 还没有亲自受到日本帝国主义凶残侵略的痛苦。 但是我们的国家，现在正受着日本帝国的侵略中。 刚才你们所看到的事情，说不一定有一天会降临到这里。为着避免以上在贵乡里发生的事情起见，你们应该万众一心，有钱出钱，有力出力，军民合作，扫除所有在中国的汉奸走狗，将日本的兽兵赶出我们国土之外 。 。 。 。。

掌声人声 。 。 。。渐底。 音乐

黄海：这样，我们继续着这宣传的工作。 我们不下到过了四十多个村乡宣传。 我们不下作了百多次同样的演说， 虽然地方一个个跟着沦陷，同志也一个个的牺牲了。 但是我们未曾灰心过，烽火在哪里, 我们就到那里， 漂流，这就是大时代注定给我们的命运。 饥寒交迫着我们，到达台城后一日，堂已经病得不能走动了。

音乐

海：杰，一个钱都没有了，怎能请医生呢？

杰：（躁爆地）那么你就看着他死去吗？

海： 杰！

杰：（谢罪地）海，原谅我。 （报警声） 。 。 。。 。我去想办法。

杰： 怕什么？

碗落地声 。 。 。 。 （碎）

贞： （同时） 呀！ 海。

杰： 什么事？

急步声 （远） 。 。 。 。 。紧急警报声 悲音乐起

海： 贞，什么？

贞： （抽泣）

杰： （同时）已经断气了。

海： （悲愤地） 昨天民和正刚被炸死，现在又到堂病死了。

飞机声。

杰： （怒）我说你们这些是无抵抗的自杀，难道真的要亲眼看同志一个个地死吗？

海： 杰！

音乐于飞机声骤断

杰： （有远而近） （口哨） 。 。 。 。。 义勇军进行曲。

贞： 杰， 我们已预备好了，几时起行才最好呢？

杰： 我送你们去。

海： 什么？ 你送 。 。 。 。 。 。

杰： 不准么？

贞： 不是说不准，最好 。 。 。。 。 。。 不过太无谓。 我们又不是不会走路的小孩子。

杰： 我也只送你们到七堡，其余的路你们自己走了。 这段路因为我熟，而且我放心不下你们。 海，还是走多几天从阳江去吧！ 七堡似太危险。

海： 我已经说过了，我们决定了走这条路。

贞： 好，我们现在开始了吗？

杰： 走吧。

开门声， 风声

贞： 今天的风这样猛。

风声逐渐隐去，然后再逐渐升起 。 。 。 。 。 风声

贞： 杰， 和我们一齐去好吗？

杰： 不要这样张声，这是日军的防地啊。

贞： （低声继续） 。 。 。 。 。 我们需要你呢！

杰： 贞，自从我自己上次广州失时离开了你们之后，我发誓不再做这样没有行动的工作了。 我和你们不同，我的性格是硬的，我需要的是枪砲，杀，所以我走出来打仗。 我常想念着你们，现在你们既知道我的通讯处，我只希望你常常写信给我。

贞： 啊！ 谈起写信，我就想起没有写信给慧很久了。 海，我们一到高要就要写信给他。 告诉他，我们曾到过他的故乡 。 。 。 。 。 台山。

海： 得，我们一定会给你写信的。 说到慧。 。 。 。。 我想他在美国，如果他得到了各同志的死讯，不知又伤心到怎样的了。

杰： 够了，你们现在可以下艇了。 海，你跟着我给你绘的地图走，就不会有碍了。 去！（脚步声） 对面就是安全地带了。

贞： 呀！什么？ 有人来！

远步声 。 。。 。 渐近。

杰： （低语） 下艇！ 快走！

急步声

贞： （惊）那边有个 。 。 。 。 。

杰： （枪声）阿哟！ 我打着了。 快些。 扒。

枪声四起。

杰： （大声） 去吧！ 还等什么？

海/贞：杰，来，你快些下来。

杰： 不要理会我。 快 。 。 。 。 。

贞： （惊叫） 那边， 许多 。 。 。 。

杰： 老子给你一樽酒你吃吃。

手榴弹声 。 。。 。 。片刻静寂。

贞： 杰，快来。

海： 不好了。 探海灯射来了。 杰！

机关枪声起。

杰： 我叫你们 。 。 。。。 唉 ！走 （痛苦呻吟地） 祝你们平安。

扒艇声，身体堕水声。

贞： 快些， 快些。 呀！ 照中了。

枪声。扒声快。

海： （大呌） 跳下水， 快！

机关枪声大起 。 。 。 。 落水声。

贞： 唉唷！

海： （同时） 贞。 快！

贞： （挣扎地） 海， 你自己去吧。

海： 贞， 贞 。 。 。 。 。

游水声。 游水声， 机关枪声。 风声。 渐底。 音乐。

海： 我就这样到达了对岸，向着高要进行，从没有灰心过。 到达后，就再找到了各位同志。 他们都很好。只可惜我带去的几位同志都牺牲了。 除了杰外，都是无抵抗地牺牲了。 我对着那些尚在自己岗位的同志，那些苦干的精神，流着悲哀和热情的眼泪。 贞的血还染红了中华的江海，江边的杰，病在床上的堂，瓦砾中的民和正，我从没有忘记过， 慧你在那远远的美国， 情形怎样呢？ 你不会因为生活比较逸乐，而忘了我们，忘了祖国吧！ 鲜红的是你同胞无幸的血。呼叫的也是你的同志的声。慧，我们是这个过渡时代的牺牲者，让我们来负起这个个人的灭亡吧。 慧，我没有叫你去牺牲，但是你哪时才给我们行动的响应呢？

音乐。

Sacrificial Victims

Time: The 4th year of Sino-Japanese War
Location: Mainland China - Between Taishan and Xinhui (county)
Character: Huang Hai, Lu Jie, Liang Yuzhen


Three to Four gunshots, from low to loud volume

A: Traitor. You should have known there would be today’s consequence!

A gunshot ran out . . . Applause.

B: Dear every overseas Chinese, what you just saw was a vernacular drama about "fighting traitors". You all are living in the United States and have not personally suffered from the brutal aggression of Japanese imperialism. But our country is now being invaded by the Japanese Empire. What you just saw may one day arrive in this place. In order to avoid the above things that happened in your hometown, you should work together as one, contribute money if you have money, use strength if you have strength, cooperate with the military and civilians, wipe out all the traitor lackeys in China, and drive the Japanese beast soldiers out of our land. . . . .

Applause and human voice . . . . diminishing. Music

Huang Hai: In this way, we continue the work of publicization. We visited more than 40 villages and towns to promote the campaign. We made the same speech no less than a hundred times, even though places fell to occupation one by one and comrades sacrificed one by one. But we have never lost our spirit. Wherever the beacon is, we will go there and be driven by the current. This is the fate destined for us in the great era. We were hungry and cold. A day after we arrived in Taicheng, Tang was already too ill to move.

Music

Hai: Jie, don’t have any more money, how can we hire a doctor?

Jay: (irritably) So you would just watch him die?

Hai: Jie!

Jie: (Apologising) Hai, forgive me. (siren sound). . . . . I'll look for a way.

Jie: What’s the fear?

Sound of fall dishes . . . . (broken)

Zhen: (At the same time) Oh! Hai.

Jie: What is it?

Hurried footsteps (faraway) . . . . . emergency siren sound Tragic music arise

Hai: Zhen, what?

Zhen: (sobbing)

Jie: (At the same time) Breathing was terminated.

Hai: (sadly and indignantly) Min and Zheng were killed in the bombing yesterday, and now Tang died of illness.

The sound of airplanes.

Jie: (angry) I’d say you all are commiting suicide without resistance. Do you really want to see with your own eyes your comrades dying one by one ?

Hai: Jie!

The music suddenly cuts off at the sound of the plane.

Jay: (far and near) (whistle). . . . . “March of the Volunteers.”

Zhen: Jie, we are ready. When is the best time to embark?

Jay: I'll take you there.

Hai: What? You send. . . . . .

Jay: It’s not allowed?

Zhen: It’s not unallowed, it’s best. . . . . . . But it's so pointless. It’s not like we are toddlers unable to walk.

Jie: I will only send you to Qibao, and you can walk the rest of the way by yourself. This part of the road is familiar to me, and I am also worried about you all. Hai, it’s better to walk a few more days and go from Yangjiang! Qibao seems too dangerous.

Hai: I’ve already said that we have decided to take this route.

Zhen: Alright, do we begin now?

Jie: Let’s go.

The sound of the door opening. The sound of the wind.

Zhen: The wind is so strong today.

The sound of the wind gradually faded away, and then gradually rose again. . . . . Sound of wind

Zhen: Jie, would it be alright for you to come with us?

Jie: Don't be so loud. This is the Japanese defense line.

Zhen: (continues in a low voice). . . . . We do need you!

Jie: Zhen, since I left you in Guangzhou last time, I vowed not to do any work away from the front line again. I am different from you all. My character is tough. What I need is guns and guns to kill, so I go out to fight in war. I frequently miss you all, and now that you know my correspondence address, I just hope you will often write to me.

Zhen: Ah! Speaking of writing a letter reminds me that I haven’t written to Hui for a long time. Hai, once we reach Gaoyao, we should write to him and tell him we have been to his hometown . . . Taishan.

Hai: De, we will definitely write letters to you. Speaking of Hui . . . I believe he

Hai: Yes, we will definitely write to you. Speaking of Hui . . . I believe if he got the news of the death of his comrades in the United States, I don’t know how sad he would be.

Jie: That's enough. You all can get off the boat now. Hai, if you follow the map I drew for you, you will be fine. Go!

(Footsteps) There is a safe zone across the other side.

Zhen: Oh! What? Someone is coming!

The sound of distant steps . . . . Approaching closer.

Jay: (whispering) Get off the boat! Go quickly!

Sounds of hurried steps.

Zhen: (surprised) There’s a guy over there . . . .

Jay: (Gunshot) Ouch! I hit it. Hurry up. Get down.

Gunfire broke out.

Jay: (loudly) Go ahead! What are you waiting for?

Hai/Zhen: Jie, come on, come down quickly.

Jay: Ignore me. quick . . . . .

Zhen: (screaming) Over there, there are many . . . .

Jie: Your elderly me will give you a bottle for a taste.

Sound of grenade. . . . . There was a moment of silence.

Zhen: Jie, come quick.

Hai: Oh no. The sea light is shining through. Jie!

Machine guns fire.

Jie: You let you all . . . . Ah! Go (moans in pain) Wishing you all safety.

The sound of paddling and the sound of bodies falling into the water.

Zhen: Hurry, hurry. Ah! The light caught me.

Sound of gunfire. The sound of hurried crawling.

Hai: (speaking loudly) Jump into the water, quickly!

Sound of machine guns firing loudly . . . . the sound of bodies dropping into water.

Zhen: Ouch!

Hai: (At the same time) Zhen, quick!

Zhen: (Struggling) Hai, you go on your own.

Hai: Zhen, Zhen . . . . .

The sound of swmming.

The sound of swmming and machine gun firing. The sound of wind, gradually dying down. Music.

Hai: So in that way, I moved towards Gaoyao. My heart was never in despair. Upon arriving, I found you all comrades again. They are all very good. But regrettably, several comrades I brought with me had all died. Except for Jie, they all died without resistance. I shed tears of sadness and passion towards those comrades who are still at their posts and for their hard-working spirit. Zhen’s blood has dyed red the rivers and seas of China. I have never forgotten Jie at the riverside, Tang sick in bed, Min and Zheng among the rubble. Hui, how are you in the far away United States? You have not forgotten about us and the motherland just because your life is more comfortable! The bright red is the blood of your unfortunate compatriots. The call is also the voice of your comrades. Hui, we are the victims of this transitional era. Let us bear the responsibility of this personal demise. Hui, I didn’t ask you to sacrifice, but when will you give a response to our action?

Music.